Page 24 of My Masked Savior
I feel my cheeks ignite and my lower lip tremble. I have to be honest. “I might... say no and stop but not really mean it.”
Something changes in Damien’s eyes. I can’t explain what it is, but it makes my clit pulse with renewed arousal. His nostrils flare, and he presses his lips tightly together. At the same time, his fingers, still resting against my neck, twitch, reminding me they’re there, miraculously holding me down without sending me into a full-blown panic attack.
“That’s more than fine, princess,” he all but growls. “Say no all you want. Tell me to stop. Tell me you hate me.” His breathing grows ragged like it did when his cock was in my mouth. “I’ll only fuck you harder. Unless you sayred. Then it ends, no judgment, no pressure. Got it?”
When I don’t immediately respond, my mind spinningwith the possibilities, he presses down harder on my throat. Not hurting. Not choking. Justthere.
The pressure sends a rush of heat through me and panic right after. My pulse stutters, memory trying to drag me backward.
I blink hard, anchoring on his eyes. They’re steady, not cold. Nothis. All I can do is nod.
“I need you to say it out loud, love,” Damien says calmly. “Just this once, say yes.”
“Yes,” I croak, my sight blurring. “If I want you to stop, I’ll sayred.”
“That’s my perfect girl,” he whispers, grinding his pelvis against mine. I arch against him, trying to lift my hips, but the hand on my throat and his hips over mine keep me pinned down.
Fear slithers in through the cracks in my arousal, and I whimper, “No,” without even meaning to.
Damien chuckles, then licks the tears on my cheeks that I hadn’t realized escaped my eyes. “Nowon’t save you,” he says darkly. “Your pussy was made to be filled by my cum. And I take my duties very seriously.”
He pulls back to take off his clothes, revealing a sculpted, tattooed chest, and that delicious V pointing at his pierced cock, still as hard as it was when I had it at the back of my throat. My mouth fills with saliva, remembering how it felt there and the dirty words he said to me. I was brave enough to do that, take him like that. I can be brave enough to do this. And if I start saying no… Well, it looks like he enjoys it. I’ll unpack just what that says about him later.
He straddles my hips again, and I admire the contrast of his pale skin against my honey-bronze tones. Taking mynipples into both hands, he twists and pulls on the peaks until I’m squirming underneath his weight.
“Are you ready, Morgan?” Damien asks in a growl that makes me light-headed. I feel like captured prey. I shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t make myself so vulnerable, put myself at a man’s mercy again.
“I don’t think we should—” I begin, but he interrupts me by hiking one of my legs up and over his shoulder, opening me for him.
“I don’t care what you think, princess,” he murmurs, lining his fat cock with my entrance after dragging it over my wet clit and inner lips. “Your pussy is weeping for it. It’s telling me all I need to know.”
The words should terrify me. He’s saying he doesn’t care about what I want. Instead, I feel myself growing impossibly wetter, dripping over his cockhead, which is now notched at my opening, and I swear I can feel it throbbing against it.
“You’re going to take all of it, and still you’re going to beg me for more.” With that, he starts pushing in, stretching my neglected pussy. I can feel myself parting for him at first, then the burn once I clench up with fear.
“Shh,” he says, making me realize I was panting. His palm presses down on my stomach, grounding me. “Be a good girl and relax your muscles for me.”
I blink up at him as my body instantly obeys, like a soldier listening to their commanding officer.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Damien’s breathing grows harsher as he fucks me with shallow thrusts, getting halfway in before pulling out again and repeating the process in a steady rhythm. The piercing feels cold against my overheated skin. “You feel so fucking good, princess. Fuck, this is all I’ve been thinking about while getting myself off these days, havingyou under me. I even jerked off in the gym’s showers thinking about your tight, wet pussy.”
I moan at the revelation—the realization that this gorgeous man wants me to distraction makes my head swim and my lower stomach tighten in response.
“You like that, don’t you, baby? Like knowing you made me come just by fucking existing.”
“Damien,” I whimper, shaking my head. He’s too much, too fast. I thought he was a gentleman. I didn’t imagine he could ruin me.
“It’s too late for you now, Morgan,” he says like he’s reading my mind. “You’re mine. You’re never leaving me.”
His words send a thrill through me, a thrill that makes me want to run from him, only to have him catch me and take me back. I can feel myself flutter over his dick at the thought, and that seems to be where his patience for taking it slow ends.
With a grunt, he bottoms out, making me throw my head back at the stretch. The discomfort of having him deeper than anyone has ever been makes a dark pleasure unfurl in my lower belly.
“That’s it,” he breathes, leaning over me and bringing our lips together. “Taking all of me. All of your man’s cock.”
My man.Is this… Greek god really mine? What if I fuck it up? What if I make him hate me? What if I make him hit me, belittle me, devalue me until I’m nothing and no one?
Instead of letting him kiss me, I brace my hands against his chest, trying to push him away. “No… No, no, no. Let me go. Let me go!”
